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Runaway Mistress: The Mafia Boss Begs On His Knees

Runaway Mistress: The Mafia Boss Begs On His Knees

The heavy steel door of the industrial meat locker slammed shut, sealing me in at four degrees below zero. Ten minutes ago, I was the woman Dante Moretti promised to burn the world for. Now, I was the rat accused of poisoning his heir. Dante didn’t just lock me in. He looked at me with eyes devoid of warmth and said, "Evidence says otherwise." He chose the lie of his arranged wife, Sofia, over my truth. For months, I endured the price of loving the Underboss. I watched him marry Sofia in a grand ceremony to secure a family alliance. I let him force me onto a table to drain my blood to save her life when she was injured. I took twenty lashes from his family’s enforcers, all while he stood by and watched, claiming it was necessary to "protect" me. He told me to wait. He told me the marriage was a sham. But when I finally escaped and he came chasing after me, revealing that Sofia was a fraud and he wanted me back, I didn't feel relief. I felt nothing. Even after he threw his body over mine to save me from a collapsing building, taking a jagged shard of timber through his chest, I couldn't forgive him. In the hospital, his mother handed me his journal. It was filled with entries about his undying love for me, written on the very same days he allowed me to be tortured. "Tell him the debt is paid," I told his mother as I handed the book back. "He saved my life. I saved his child. We are even." I turned my back on the ICU and walked out into the rain. Dante Moretti might have been willing to die for me, but he never knew how to live for me.
Lily of the Madheart.

Lily of the Madheart.

"He has forged his name in blood. She has no name." Sebastian Cain Morell, a ruthless Don, sees the Mafia as simply a way of life -a necessary chaos to maintain order, if you will. Lily, an orphan who allowed herself a single dream, now has to abandon her morals to achieve it. But how far will she go when the father she just discovered is alive steals from Sebastian? Pretty far, she finds out. Desperation drives her to offer the only thing she has left-herself. Sebastian is intrigued. She risks everything for a man she barely knows, who's claims to be her father. It's foolish, but hey, it puts her right in his hands. As sparks fly, two fiercely stubborn souls clash, each unwilling to yield. Obsession grows with every encounter. Lily loathes him. She despises who he is - a manipulative b*st*rd, and what he does to her body only fuels her hatred. Yet, she can't deny her own traitorous reactions. Sebastian, frustrated by Lily's defiance, struggles with his own desires. She sees him as a criminal, corrupting and crushing her. It's almost insulting, but he just can't stay away. Tensions amp up as the end of their agreement draws near and Lily still intends to escape and never look back. Amidst their volatile relationship, new threats emerge: a rival mafia family that seeks to use Lily as a pawn in their deadly games. Danger marks her as a target. Can Sebastian realize he wants her to stay and convince her to do so the right way? Can Lily realize he's not fully the monster she makes him out to be and accept him for all that he actually is? Loyalties are tested, stakes are sky-high, and hearts are on the line; can they conquer the odds?
Burned by Poison, Saved by the Devil

Burned by Poison, Saved by the Devil

My cousin Hailey paid a dock worker to assault me just to ruin my engagement. To survive the military-grade aphrodisiac she poisoned me with, I stumbled into a walk-in freezer and threw myself onto the only source of cold I could find-a man paralyzed by unnatural hypothermia. It was a desperate, primal exchange of my heat for his ice just to keep my heart from stopping. But when Hailey threw open the heavy iron door, leading my fiancé and the entire Bolton family to witness my "shame," her triumphant grin instantly vanished. She hadn't caught me with a low-life thug. She had caught me straddling Demetrius Maddox, the ruthless Iron King of Chicago. The air in the room dropped to absolute zero. My grandmother screamed in horror, and my father turned the color of ash. Hailey, blinded by jealousy, tried to double down. She pointed a manicured finger at the deadliest man in the city and called him a "nameless muscle" I picked up to defile the family name. She didn't realize she had just signed her own death warrant. I didn't cower. I realized this was the only chance to survive the family that wanted me dead. I walked up to the Devil himself, my body still humming with the poison, and looked him in the eye. "Kill me, and the cold inside you wins," I whispered, knowing he was dying from the inverse of my own poison. "I am the only doctor who knows how to cure you." Demetrius tightened his hand around my throat, his dark eyes assessing my worth. "Prove it," he growled. I turned back to my trembling cousin and signaled the enforcer to hand me the whip.